analysis

I hear my sister's phone from her room. She's going through her camera roll. I know this because I hear my mothers' voice faintly, and my mother is dead.

I hear the shower running. My brother is in there. He's been in there for a while. I like the sound of the shower, it's rather calming.

I hear pages turning. The sounds of crisp paper being creased. My younger brother is reading in his room. He never stops reading. He wants to be a NASA scientist one day.

I hear the TV. It's on but no one is down there. I'm pretty sure it's Greys Anatomy.

I hear the dryer. It's quite loud, hard to miss. The tumbling of clothes, the machine vibrating. Laundry just seems to be neverending.

I hear my breathing. It's constant and quiet, but a little shaky.

I hear my computer. The keys are being tapped ever so gently. My fingers are moving very quickly but smoothly, not making a single error. That's the sound of pure happiness, because I'm doing what I love most. Writing.